Or, on a slightly more serious note, must life have a meaning? Life has the meaning that we supply it, no more, no less.

Does that mean that life is meaningless? Not necessarily, but that there is no “unified feild theory” for life’s meaning. Many people are leading lives that some may find to be entirely worthless, some may spend their lives in the pursuit of some so-called higher purpose. Can anyone truly say that one life is more significant than the other? Some will try, but how can one really know whose life will eventually matter more?

I’m thinking of the Comic book guy from the Simpsons. In the movie, as his end seems to be looming near, he states, “I’ve spent my entire life doing nothing but collecting comic books, and now there’s only time to say…life well spent!” Can any among you say that it wasn’t?

People have said that an infinite number of monkeys typing on an infinite number of keyboards would produce the works of Shakespeare, but the internet has shown this to be wrong.

I am not 100% convinced that we are the only things in the universe that have a sense of meaning.

I agree.
That’s why I choose a flexible word like person. It suggests some point of perspective; this is what the universe means from here.
While all points of perspective and their resulting meanings are equally valid to a relativist (they are all built from the same two components: information and experience) they can vary widely in their degree of stupidity and usefulness.

What would meaning mean if there was not a point from which it could mean it and a person to whom it could mean it?

It’s an arbitrary choice. I reserve the right to change my mind as the mood strikes me.

Well. We now know exactly how seriously we need to take you, unless you heavily arm yourself and take over the airplane. But you could change my mind about that, if you wanted to.

But just between you and me, ASD, I don’t care if anyone takes me seriously, either. You’re still gonna die someday.

The point being that I think it’s just as silly to confine yourself to a single meaning of life as it is to assume everyone else should share the same one. Why is it so important that life have meaning, anyway?

Do-gooding is like treating hemophilia. The real cure is to let hemophiliacs bleed to death—before they breed more hemophiliacs. - Robert Heinlein, Stranger in a Strange Land

The point being that I think it’s just as silly to confine yourself to a single meaning of life as it is to assume everyone else should share the same one. Why is it so important that life have meaning, anyway?

This coming from the guy who used to talk about invented meanings being the food for the survival instinct. You crack me up, ASD. If life has no meaning to you, or at least one which does not bear your seal of approval, it’s no skin off anyone’s back. Watch out you don’t get punched in the nose. The meaning of life is not getting punched in the nose every time you walk down the block for a pack of cigarettes. The meaning of life is to make lots of little copies of your genome and see that they all get the right schooling.

Party on dude, and be excellent to yourself. Don’t sever your femoral artery on your way through the plate glass window that is so clean you can’t see it unless you look for small refractions.